Last night I had a lengthy text conversation with a woman I met once. We met at a college student acceptance day, the first for both of our first-born sons, where we had connected at lunch. Over salad, pasta, and bottled soda, we shared concerns, pride, worry, and wonder with the hope that our sons…

  It was 7:30 on a Friday night and my hand hovered above the return key of the laptop on my kitchen table. On the screen, the details of the unlikely purchase I was about to make, more money than I had ever spent with the exception of cars and house, more money than I…